NEVER BEEN READY
By J.L. Berg
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Released on: February 4, 2014
Leah Morgan was done with men. After barely surviving a horrendous
childhood, and a boyfriend who bailed when things got rough, Leah had given up
on love. Then she met him, Hollywood’s
new golden boy who suddenly had eyes only for
her. She tried
to convince herself that one night couldn’t hurt, but after six months, the
memories of his mesmerizing gaze and searing touch still invaded her every
thought.
Declan James had just one rule when it came to
women. Keep it simple, and never
linger. That all changed the moment he
met Leah. Even across a crowded bar, he
could tell she was different. Sweet, with just the right amount of sass, she
made him break his golden rule and now he couldn’t walk away.
When casual becomes anything but, and emotions run
deep, will Leah and Declan fight their fears, or let old insecurities destroy
their one chance to discover true happiness?
When Declan’s past comes roaring back in a way neither of them could
have expected, will they stand united or be torn apart by the challenges that
lie ahead?
It was only supposed to be one night, but only forever
will do.
Just as I hit Play on the Blu-ray player to watch Dirty
Dancing for the four hundredth time, my doorbell rang. Confusion hit me as I looked at the
clock. It was ten at night.
Who was ringing my doorbell at such a late
hour? And since when did ten at night
become so late? Damn, I was boring.
Who the hell could that be? I briefly hoped it was my hot new neighbor
from three doors down needing to borrow a cup of sugar, but knowing my luck, it
would probably be a punk-ass kid playing Ding-Dong ditch.
I threw off the blanket, and with the ice cream
still in hand, I stormed to the door, slightly annoyed that I wasn't beginning
my cha-cha lessons with Patrick Swayze at that moment.
I opened the front door, and froze.
Holy fucking hell.
Declan James.
On my porch. Looking sexy as
hell.
And I was...in a bathrobe and fuzzy slippers. Shit!
His hazel green eyes ran down my body, scanning my
attire, lingering on my legs peeking through the parting of my robe, before
stopping at my hand.
"Do you always eat ice cream in a coffee
mug?" He leisurely leaned against my door frame.
He was sporting a cocky smile that had my hormones
going haywire.
"What?
Yes, the handle keeps my hand from getting cold," I blurted
out.
Oh my God, why was he here? At my house.
And holy hell, why did he have to smell so good?
"What the hell are you doing here?" I
finally asked.
His eyes found mine,
and he smirked. He was clearly
amused. God, six months hadn't made him
any less sexy. His wavy brown hair was
pushed back,
making his piercing hazel eyes stand out against
his handsome face. Unshaven, and wearing
a leather jacket, he was the epitome of a bad boy.
Every part of me wanted to take him for a
ride--again.
Oh God, my greatest weakness had come for a visit.
"My film got the green light, so I'm in town
for the next three months or so. Thought
I'd stop by and pay you a visit," he answered.
He brushed past me, entering the house like he'd
just been invited in, which he hadn't.
My lust filled haze cleared a bit, and it was
replaced with a bit of annoyance.
Who the hell did this guy think he was?
"So, you got into town, and you thought you'd
pay me a visit? Why? To say hello?
Needed a friendly chat Declan?" I asked, clearly peeved.
I'd had an emotional day.
He sat himself on my sofa, draping his arms over
the back like he owned the fucking place as he grinned at me. He was too big for the room. My living room was literally being swallowed
up by his presence.
"No, I think you know exactly why I'm here
Leah," he said, he voice deepening.
His eyes darkened, sending shivers down my spine
and straight to my core. All traces of
playfulness disappeared. This was the
Declan I remembered--the predator, the great seducer.
The man who had taken me again and again all night,
sending me over the edge more times than I could count. His hands had touched every inch of my
skin. His mouth had kissed every
intimate part of my body. No man had
ever filled me so completely and owned me as he had.
And here he was, like an offering from the
gods.
"No," I whispered.
"No?
Are you seeing someone?" he asked, suddenly jumping off the couch
and stalking toward me.
"No, I'm not seeing anyone."
His movements slowed, and he visibly relaxed. He continued his journey toward me, but it
changed from an angry stalk to a casual swagger. I watched him, loving the confidence in his
gait and the determination in his eyes, knowing it was all focused on me.
"Then I don't
see a problem here, Leah," he whispered in my ear as he pressed his firm
body against mine. "We were good
together. Don't you remember"
Brushing back the golden strands off my neck, he
slowly pushed the bathrobe off my shoulder, taking my tank top strap with
it. Undoing the belt of my robe with his
other hand, he let it fall to the floor in a heap, leaving me in my tank top
and tight pajama shorts. His eyes took
an appreciative gaze over my exposed flesh, causing my nipples to harden
instantly. He smiled, knowing the effect
his touch was having on me.
Leaning forward, Declan grazed his lips over my
bare shoulder, making me shudder from the touch.
"I can remind you, one more time. Don't you want that?"
I heard the words, and tried to process them in the
foggy mush that was my brain. One
more time. He'd just arrived. He wasn't here because he needed me, or
wanted me as much as much as I wanted him.
I was his fucking booty call, an easy lay for someone who had just
gotten into town.
Anger flooded my system, and I pushed him
away. I'd had a long day and this was
just the icing on the cake. A movie
star coming by for a quick fuck.
Perfect.
"Get out."
He looked confused, but then his trademark smile
came back. I could tell he was ready to
throw out more bullshit that I wouldn't fall for again.
"No, seriously, get out. I'm not your booty call, Declan. I'm not going to spread my legs just because
you showed up at my doorstep. Just
because you're in town for three months doesn't mean I suddenly have an
open-door policy. I am not your fucking
groupie."
Momentarily stunned, he looked around the room
until he saw a pen and a notepad resting on the coffee table. He stalked over to the small table, grabbed
the pen and angrily scribbled something before ripping the sheet of paper off
the notepad and handing it to me.
"This is where I'm staying in town and the
name my room is booked under."
Rejection must be a new thing for Declan because he
looked conflicted, pissed and seriously sexy.
With his eyes wild and intense, he took a deep breath as he ran his
hands through that unruly hair.
Suddenly, he grabbed me around the waist, and took my mouth in a fierce
kiss. Surprise, lust, anger, and
confusion all invaded my system and I both pulled him closer and tried to push
him away. His taste was exactly the
same--completely addictive. Instincts
had me diving in, needing him like my next breath, but the logical side of me
that had been hurt too many times needed him to leave.
Before I could make a decision, he abruptly pushed
away looking smug.
"Call me if you change your mind," he
said before walking out the door, letting it close with a soft click behind
him.
Making my way to the door, I let my head fall
forward until it hit the hard wood with a thump, echoing my mood. "Fuck!" I cursed out in
frustration.
"Heard that!" Declan yelled from the
other side of the door, as his loud laughter faded away.
Bastard.
At least he didn't see my hand shake as I locked to
the door. I could never let that man
know how much he affected me. It would
be my undoing.
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FUN FACTS ABOUT NEVER BEEN READY
By J.L. Berg
·
In the very first
draft of When You’re Ready – Declan
was introduced as a British friend of Logan whom he met at boarding school.
·
Leah is based
loosely off my real-life best friend Leslie.
It’s no coincidence both of their names start with “L”.
·
The bar Leah and
Declan visit on New Year’s Eve is based on the bar owned by my best friend and
her husband in downtown Richmond called Honey Whytes – best burgers in town!
·
The infamous
cemetery Declan and Leah visit is loosely based on the famous Hollywood
Cemetery in Richmond.
·
The original
title was So Not Ready, but I didn’t think it matched the tone and theme of the
novel.
·
Leah is very
close with the main character of the next book in the series. ;-)
·
The “lipstick
scene” is based on a hilarious conversation I had with two bloggers and an
author at Mimi’s. It had nothing to do
with a limo.
J.L. Berg is a California native living in the South. She's
married to her high school sweetheart and they have two beautiful girls that
drive them batty on a daily basis. When she's not writing, you can find her
with her nose stuck in a romance book, in a yoga studio or devouring anything
chocolate. J.L. Berg is represented by Jill Marsal of Marsal Lyon Literary
Agency, LLC.
Website: www.jlberg.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/authorjlberg
Twitter:
@authorjlberg ; https://twitter.com/authorjlberg
Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/authorjlberg
This
giveaway will run from February 4th-27th.
(1) Kindle Fire HD – US Only (if this
changes I will make the switch on the Raffelcopter codes)
(3) Print copies of Never
Been Ready – US Only
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